Babylon. Unfinished

Baby lived in a big gray city on Jupiter's moon named Ganymede. The city had this weird light around it and made it not so good to be in, but Baby could somehow muddle the place through, since her families lived there anyway.

Strictly speaking, the city wasn't entirely gray – as on Earth, it had green and yellow patches numerous enough for Baby even to feel herself happy. Green patches were formed by grass and trees, yellow – by windows, the rest – edifices, people and machines – were, well, the big gray one.

Baby's current family was a common family. Baby had a mom. Her mom was a shop assistant. And Baby had a dad, and her dad was a computer guy.

She had her own room, and it was facing Big East Spot. In the mornings there was tremendously large Jupiter up in the sky, and artificial yellow sun, and real gulls, and plumes of vapor rising above the nuclear power plant.

Baby's room was small. There were walls there covered by blue paint, the white puffy carpet and two beautiful bonsai trees on the windowsill.

While Baby's family was a common family, she herself wasn't a common baby. Baby's ex-kin were travelers from the Outer Land. They have left her at the airlock of the Information Department of the local authority four years ago. It took three days for her to cross airlock, and another three to pick the decent father of the inhabitants. At those days she was all over the place, out of time, alone and scared. She felt that she wouldn't have choose anyone if it wasn't for fear.

But here he was, this guy – smart, intelligent, and here was her fear, and Baby made up her mind. He brought her home, and there was his wife there, and small room covered by blue paint, and six months later they had a baby, and Baby has become a human.

The first year with a new family was hard for Baby. A month-old kid who knows two languages does look strange, isn't it? And what if one of these languages is an entangled language of creatures from the outside?

She was six months old before she let herself a basic set of words, and one whole year passed before she rushed for the rest.

Inside the premises small children on Ganymede to a large extent were left to themselves – since you don't count voice digital assistants, of course. But usually there are no one who doesn't – usually VDass is too smart to be dismissed. Like any other ass.

Baby used to have such an assistant, too. His name was Nigel.

People love to name. From time to time Baby thought this human ability knows no bounds.

Do you know what a trick a digital being is? It has a voice, a face, even a temper. It is programmed to be as friendly as possible, and at the same time it is blocking you at every turn.

But things change when you're smart, too.

Baby visited her ex family after her third human birthday. As a general rule, a three-year-olds don't go on outside the city on their own, but Baby had managed to get away: one night, when her parents fell asleep, and their condo turned quiet, she just unplugged serial port, put on her spacesuit, took the elevator and went outside. Not the condo, – the city. The airlock isn't hard when you have got hands.

It was bright enough and cold out there, and Jupiter was shining over her head. She just stood there for, like, twenty minutes and listened to the sound with which spacesuit air shifted in and out of her lungs.